I should have been poor white trash,

But I had too much education.

I would have been a long-hair,

But it just refused to grow.

I could have been president,

But I had all the wrong relationships:

Loose lips, juicy gossips, people I don't know.

 

I should have been mother-of-the-year,

But I forgot which end to paddle.

I would have been a waitress,

But I didn't hold my tongue.

I could have been a desert guide,

But I got bitten by a rattlesnake.

Tough break, hope and heartache wasted on the young.



Bridge:	Oh, rock me easy.

	Roll me like a wave.

	Rock my soul in the bosom of the sea;

	There's nothing left to save.

	Meet you on the other side of the grave.



I should have been Diamond Lil,

But I'm a second-hand attraction.

I would have learned my lessons,

But I never had the class.

I could have been poor white trash,

But I'm a renegade reactionary:

Wary, slightly scary with a heart of glass.







Words and Music: Kathy Mar



Copyright 1992 by Kathy Mar